Lachlan's P.O.V.

"You know, I think Mitch has a thing for Jerome." Vikk blurted out. Butterflies exploded in my stomach as Vikk's voice spoke up.

Catching me off guard. Not expecting him to speak. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I thought over what he said.

A disturbed picture of what they would look like in bed crossed my mind. A sickening feeling washing over me I pushed it to the back of my mind.

Why the hell did I think of that! Ugh, that will be in my brain for, well, probably ever knowing how scarring that was.

Snapping myself out of my mind I stared at Vikk. Vikk's presence lingered. Seeming to not be focused on what was going on.

Yet on whatever seemed to be going on in his mind. Zoned out. Dans la lune. Whatever people call it. That's what he seemed to be in.

I don't blame him. I do it myself. Very, very frequently...Like...Well...Like right now actually...

Huh, why am I so weird? I mean, everybody talks to themselves right? Vikk is doing it right now beside me!

I know that I'm not the only one who does! Maybe...Hopefully...You know what? Case closed! I'm not weird! I'm just Australian!

A smile grew on my lips as I tried my hardest not to laugh at what I just thought. Vikk seemed to be grinning as well.

The thoughts still going on in his head. The memories and thoughts raced past in Vikk's eyes.

"Yeah, I wouldn't be suprised." I replied. Vikk's eyes stopped searching through his mind as soon as I spoke up.

Vikk's eyes crawled up my body and landed on mine. Locking eye contact he nodded his head in agreement.

"L-Lachlan?" Vikk pondered. Seeming the need to say something. Immediately catching my already caught attention I nodded.

"Yeah?" I answered. Curious on what he wanted to say. Building up the courage to ask Vikk finally blurted it out.

"Are you a homophobe?" Vikk spit out. The smile on my lips dropped. My heart sank as my stomach fell.

The butterflies in my stomach died and my mind froze for a few seconds. Was I a homophobe?

I gazed into Vikk's eyes. Searching for any emotions whatsoever. But all I found was fear.

The loving, expression on his face was now worried and concerned. The dark, raven black hair was ruffled. Yet in a beautiful way.

No smile lay on Vikk's lips like they usually have. Vikk just seemed, trapped. Trapped in time. Waiting for an answer I haven't given him yet.

I don't even know if I'm straight. I've never had an attraction to girls. Or guys either. But the only time I have felt drawn to anything.

Even a little bit, was when I was with Vikk. Did that mean I was gay? No. It can't mean that. It just means I have a really good friend.

That's it. That's all. Just a really nice friend. Vikk cleared his throat. Seeming to start becoming inpatient of the situation.

The tension getting to him I stared Vikk in the eyes. Tears now seemed to fuzz his vision from the fear of me saying yes.

"No, no Vikk. I am not a homophobe. In fact, I'm bisexual." I admitted. My mind was screaming at me. Saying I was lying.

But my heart was singing. Making me feel good when I said the words. I'm bisexual.....Did not see that one coming...At all...Okay...Maybe a little bit.